Page 22 of Psychological War

I don’t know who Luca thought he was. A small fish in an extremely large pond. No one demanded Dimitri to do anything, yet Luca thought he could.

“I want to hire your services,” he finally stated.

“My services?”

“Yes. It’s a terrible loss, Giulio and Leonzo.” He rubbed his graying mustache. “But Ghost is real. I’ve had my men trying to find who it is, but I’ve come up with nothing so far.”

I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes at the mention ofGhost.

The fairy tale I was talking about earlier was this. Around four years ago there was a rumor going around about some person who went by Ghost. Whoever this person was, was believed to have taken out three of Luca’s men. Now apparently five. It was also believed they took out half the Cartel.

None of us had any idea on who actually took out Matteo and his men. When we arrived four years ago to save Mila, half the cartel had been found dead in the basement where we found Mila just standing in the corner waiting for us. Dimitri tried asking her who it was, because obviously it wasn’t her. But she refused to tell any of us. She said she had no idea. Which was a lie. Mila had a tell—she tugged at her earlobe after tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

Dimitri never pushed, so out of respect I never did. It was soon after rescuing her we found out she was pregnant. Therefore, none of us pushed her or asked again.

Ghost was something that someone made up to scare other operations. I don’t know who started this rumor, but that's all Ghost was. A rumor. Someone making a joke, and whoever it was or whoevertheywere always left a playing card with a simple ghost drawn on it.

I had one.

It burned a hole in my wallet, and I have no idea why I decided to keep it. Just a weird gut feeling, but I did.

“Why do you believe it was this Ghost person?” Dimitri asked.

“They left their mark, and whoever he is came after me four years ago. I don’t know why they stopped, but they’re here again.” Luca's voice trembled slightly. I looked around the empty club where we sat, Luca in the middle of Orlando and Remo.

They were both in charge of security, which meant if this Ghost guy was after Luca’s men, they would be next. Leonzo and Giulio were in charge of the clubs, which brought in legal money, and helped them. Orlando and Remo were in charge of the security, which they obviously were shit about because if this guy could get to two of Luca’s “best” men, then they were all fucked. If these two got taken out, Dante would be next. Then Luca.

I couldn’t give a shit if they were.

“I don’t like asking twice, but since you helped me once I can possibly return the favor,” Dimitri said, finishing off his Vodka.

“What are you saying?” Orlando couldn’t help himself, finally speaking for the first time since we arrived. But Dimitri didn’t like being asked, especially by a nobody.

He snapped his gaze over to Orlando, giving him that look that caused Orlando to curl into himself. If they thought I was their nightmare, Dimitri was worse. I loved my fair share of fights and killing. But before Mila came into his life, Dimitri was cold-blooded. He was the last fucker I ever imagined taking a wife and having a child. A wife who was innocent and sweet. And who gave birth to her clone. Tobias was just as sweet and though he had a temper like his father, he cared and loved like his mother.

“I’ll find out who this Ghost person is,” Dimitri stated. He was getting involved but wasn’t putting himself out there. It was smart.

“So many have tried, what makes you think it would be so easy?” Luca questioned. No one apparently listened to him because Dimitri did not like being questioned.

“Don’t question me,” he spat out. His temper was going to start shining through. Cracking my neck side to side I glared down at Luca. His gaze noticed me for the first time.

“Any help would be appreciated, so finding this Ghost would be delightful,” he rushed out.

Smart.

“Great, I’ll contact you when I find anything. Until then I can recommend getting better security.” Dimitri smirked at the men before getting to his feet. Killian followed closely behind him, while I waited until they were halfway to the exit.

Sending them one last glare I turned on my heel and walked out of the club.

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It had been five days since Dimitri sent me out to gather any information I could at the underground. I went to six underground fight clubs, ready to throw the towel in until some twenty-year-old came up whispering that he’d heard about this Ghost guy. Being bored was never a good thing for me because I got inside my head a bit too much. Which meant I didn’t care that I followed this twenty-year-old to meet with a contact he had. Thankfully, nothing happened.

Not until I started asking questions, and he got a bit ballsy. He tried throwing a weak punch at my face.

Men never learned that when you’re my height, and you were several inches shorter than me you should never go to the face. I could see it coming. As soon as his fist was halfway thrown, I grabbed his wrist and twisted until he screamed like a little girl. Punching him directly in the face he fell to the ground out cold.

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